The reader

Condemned to face bitter ends.
Not willing to fight at all for redemption, no need.
Already in a way to decide the turn of the story, crawling into the room of long forgotten memories.
Begging for a chance to weep for an instance, to scream, to die.
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Becoming Strangers

Today is one of those particular times when you realize the things you've done and said. What you've given, the moments you've faded or made a mistake or two or hundred.
Buscando cualquiera cosa diferente a tus ojos. Incorporando a esta pieza una interpretación un poco más creible. Desalojando lo que introduje con calzador. ¿O, no?, La incertidumbre trae consigo reminicencias ilusorias, realizando el incesante e imposible trabajo de completar el pasado.
Willing, wanting to disappear but know I know I can't. So you will.

Vanish.